
Theed
Naboo, Naboo System
Naboo was where it all began, so he believed. Invasions. Political scandal. Emergence of forgotten Sith. From this beautiful planet, many dark events had risen. However, that was a long time ago. It was all part of galactic history. Connor knew people too from Naboo; mostly they were serving soldiers from the Royal Palace or even a few young smugglers. Nobody really of great interest, but enough to finally make him pay a visit off duty - although off duty didn't really mean "off duty", he just wasn't openly looking for trouble.
A small gondola passed under the bridge, a couple of dignitaries passed him by, and a Corellian freighter passed over heading down to the port below the might palace in the distance that stood overlooking the city. If one thing could be said about Naboo with upmost certainty, was that the architecture was nothing but stunning.
The Silver Sanctum didn't know he was here, but they probably didn't care. There was a lot of change going on; lots of new direction the Order was taking and that feeling that he was a spent force still crept into his mind now and then. Since losing Iella, since his fall to the Dark Side momentarily....nothing had been the same since.
He sighed as he picked his fingers, lazily looking out to the thriving city ahead.
Yes. Leaning over one of many bridges crossing the Solleu River, Connor Harrison wanted to lose himself from it all.
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